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Now I know, that you ain't really bout that shit that you be talkin' aboutAnd you be just runnin' ya mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug out the club houseShowin' up with yo thugs, me and my thugs'll make yo thugs bounceI, suggest that you respect it, disrespect Ill have to check it and when I check it gets hecticYou don't want no savage doin no damage to yo section, While I fuck yo baby mama she say fuck my babydaddyIf a nigga wants some static let'em have that's the G-Code, Since 94' I been throwed up in beast modeStreet life is all I know, sellin yo money, Cars and clothes run for real don't fuck with hoes, unload and reloadWe G's y'all hoes, y'all ain't ready to swang with us, Since youngstas growin' up y'all people wouldn't let y'all hang with us Yo people prolly 'don't play with guns boy they dangerous', My peeps don't play with guns they stay with guns and I slang 'em

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Now when I enter this bitch I was ready to get off in my some shit, Cause I love my hood and I'm a represent in this bitch Now in the parkin lot, I had that for glock Ready that jig goin' keep me hype when I be watchin' over WebbieIn my city A.P. glocks and Smith and Weston, Thugs who be second guessin' them the ones who be restin'God gave me a blessin, told me get the crowd crunk, Say Boo don't change yo style give the crowd what they want (look)Now I'm that rumble in the jungle 2004 Hummer stunna, My momma she still wonder why her sons a young gunnerBack back, back back, get out my way let me mob, All that poppin' in a nigga played out in 95'

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I see y'all actin nigga, oh yeah y'all act a fool, Betta' stop that actin' lil' savage'll beat you black and blueI been abused you gotta excuse my attitude, Plus I been smokin' Hy-dro and drinkin' yak and bruiseI been a fool out here packin tools sInce middle schoolI been a fool I had the most lud up in the school, A phone book a referrals I ain't follow no rulesBe quite in class, don't act back and raise ya hands was old rulesI skipped the class act the ass and sold some crack to white dudesBetween class smoked Kools and big blunts before schoolStraight up, many niggas glad I ain't go to your school, Played them hoes I woulda played you like a hoe tooThat's tat boy I don't, he start fights erywhere he goes to, But proudly I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight youHold up back up a bit you fuckin' up my white shoes, Alright I ask you once, bitch move!

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